They acted as if he had just been stirring up the soil so they
would grow better than ever."
"Poor Grandfather; he had a hard time with that field."
"He said he really needed it for a pasture, so he made up his mind that
if he couldn't root out the bad plants, he'd crowd them out. So he
bought some seed of a kind of grass that has large, strong roots, and
he sowed it in the field. As soon as it began to grow he could see
that there certainly were not so many daisies there. He kept on
another year and the cows began to look over the fence as if they'd
like to get in. The third year there were so few daisies that they
didn't count."
"I remember all that," said Ethel Brown, "but what does it have to do
with Mrs. Paterno?"
"Why, if we--or Edward--could make her get a grip on herself and
control herself that would be like Mr. Emerson's digging up the
daisies. It would be hard work and an awfully slow process. But if we
also could fill her mind with thoughts about working for her children
and trying to make other people happy and with making embroidery which
she loves to do, why wouldn't it help? These new things she's thinking
about would be like the strong, new grass seed that didn't give the
weeds a chance to grow.
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